can you develop dyslexia?
I went on an adventure this evening!
well… “adventure”.
I went to pick something up from a random person I hadn’t met before (uh oh.. this sounds like something shady! …It wasn’t a drug deal. I repeat: IT WAS NOT A DRUG DEAL.)
;)
so anyways, I made myself a little map on a shred of paper (literally, a ’shred’. I don’t know why I do those things. I have TONS of little ‘purse-sized’ booklets…) and wrote down the number of the bus I was going to take, and the address of the house.
So I get there, no problem. I’m on time. I can casually stroll down the street. Looking at houses. Enjoy the day.
I arrive at the house. Not EXACTLY what I was picturing, but whatever. An old man answers the door.
…I can’t remember if he was wearing a shirt or not. hmm… yes. I think he was wearing a sleeve-less shirt…
me: Hi. Is Chantele there?
him: who?
me: um… Chantele…?
him: no. no one hear by that name…
me: oh.
[awkward pause]
him: What’s she look like?
me: uh…I don’t know… I haven’t met her before.
him: okay…
me: um… maybe I’m at the wrong house.
him: definitely. no one here by that name.
me: anything close? Like with a C H?
him: no.
me: hmm, I could’ve sworn this was the address she gave me.
him: maybe someone’s playing a trick on you.
me: …yeah… I know she’s recently had a baby. Have any of your neighbours had a baby recently?
him: hmm yeah.. wait a second.
[he goes back inside and I hear him asking someone inside what the name of the neighbour is.]
Turns out, the neighbour has a baby and her name starts with a C H sound!
success!
so I thank him, and head next door.
I don’t think it’s evident from my retelling of the conversation, but the guy was really friendly. Like, he totally didn’t mind standing outside and trying to get some random girl headed in the right direction.
So I go next door, and ring the doorbell and the same thing happened.
very friendly women answered the door.
wrong house.
no idea who I’m looking for.
so I left and was particularly disappointed that I couldn’t find the person. (I never got her phone number.)
And I was confused as to how the person could give me the wrong address to her house!
I mean, normally I would think that I had written down the wrong address, but clearly, I had copied the address directly from the computer screen. I wasn’t multi-tasking or anything at the time, so there’s no reason I should write the wrong address.
Anyways, thankfully I remembered that I could probably access the internet with my phone. (yay!!) so I logged into my email account and re-read the email she had sent me.
you guessed it. I wrote down the wrong house number. I wrote 117 instead of 177.
big difference.
I don’t know how I did that!
So then I went to the right house and picked up what I went to get.
the end.
oh and another random story from tonight:
I went to the Subway Restaurant near my place and as I entered, some random guy was exiting the restaurant with a bottle of Coke.
As I approached the counter the worker says to me: ‘So that guy, (referring to the guy who just left) he’s been in here for two hours!’ (The worker pointed to a table with a bag on the chair and a highlighted novel on the table)
‘He just came in and sat down. And then he randomly got up, grabbed a bottle of Coke and slipped it under his shirt and left! I don’t know what to do!‘
SO odd!
Why would the guy steal a bottle of Coke, but leave all his stuff in the store?
And it’s not like the store is large or busy either! When I walked in, I was the only customer in the place!
We looked outside and he was standing across the street with the bottle.
How bold of the guy! Considering the police station was right across the intersection!
I felt bad for the subway worker. I don’t know what I’d do in that situation. The guy was the only person working there, so he couldn’t just leave the place and walk across the street to the police. …and would they care? I mean, they would care, but would they react right away, or would they send one of their patrol cars on it, and end up responding in a couple hours?
I was intrigued by the fact that the subway worker didn’t know what to do about the random guy. I mean, the worker could definitely ‘take’ the random guy, if he wanted to.
although… you never know with some people…
















